His Wife, The Secret Forensic Genius

His Wife, The Secret Forensic Genius

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My fiancé, Jameson Blair, married my twin sister today. For five years, I was a placeholder, a substitute for the woman he truly wanted, and I pretended not to know. Today, she came back with a story of terminal cancer and a dying wish to marry him. It was a perfect lie, and he chose to believe it, shattering my world with three simple words: "She's Haleigh." They left me on the sidewalk, an outcast from my own blood. My brothers, who once promised to protect me, celebrated the woman who broke me. They moved my things to a guest room, making space for their prodigal sister. That night, Haleigh gave me a "welcome home" gift-a box with a brown recluse spider inside. As the venom coursed through me, my family rushed to her side, calling my agony "a little spider bite." They left me convulsing on the floor. Later, they whipped me for a crime I didn't commit, hung me off a cliff, and left me for dead. My body is a roadmap of their love. Each scar, each broken bone, is a testament to their betrayal. They believed her lies, but their real crime was never truly seeing me. As I clung to that cliff, bleeding and broken, a single thought consumed me: Isabella Douglas died here tonight. Now, Isabella Hale would be born from the ashes.

Chapter 1

My fiancé, Jameson Blair, married my twin sister today. For five years, I was a placeholder, a substitute for the woman he truly wanted, and I pretended not to know.

Today, she came back with a story of terminal cancer and a dying wish to marry him. It was a perfect lie, and he chose to believe it, shattering my world with three simple words: "She's Haleigh."

They left me on the sidewalk, an outcast from my own blood. My brothers, who once promised to protect me, celebrated the woman who broke me. They moved my things to a guest room, making space for their prodigal sister. That night, Haleigh gave me a "welcome home" gift-a box with a brown recluse spider inside.

As the venom coursed through me, my family rushed to her side, calling my agony "a little spider bite." They left me convulsing on the floor. Later, they whipped me for a crime I didn't commit, hung me off a cliff, and left me for dead.

My body is a roadmap of their love. Each scar, each broken bone, is a testament to their betrayal. They believed her lies, but their real crime was never truly seeing me.

As I clung to that cliff, bleeding and broken, a single thought consumed me: Isabella Douglas died here tonight. Now, Isabella Hale would be born from the ashes.

Chapter 1

Isabella "Bella" Douglas POV:

My fiancé, Jameson Blair, married my twin sister today.

The only thing I could do was watch from a grimy café across the street as he slid a simple gold band onto her finger.

That ring was supposed to be mine.

For five years, I'd held on to his promises, each one a flimsy excuse for delaying our wedding. "The truce between the Irish and the Blairs needs to be stronger, Bella." "The Families aren't ready." "Next spring, I promise."

I clung to that last one like a prayer, a fool's petition born from a desperate need to belong somewhere, to finally have a place in The Family.

I had loved him with the fierce, silent loyalty of a soldier. I was a placeholder, a substitute for the woman he really wanted-and I had pretended not to know.

The city clerk's stamp fell, a final, indifferent thud that sealed their union. Jameson didn't even glance in my direction. He only had eyes for Haleigh, my sister. The one who had shattered the original alliance by running away five years ago, leaving him publicly jilted and humiliated.

She emerged from City Hall, radiant, clutching the marriage certificate like a trophy. She had returned two weeks ago with a story that could move mountains: terminal pancreatic cancer.

Her "dying wish" was to finally unite our families, to see the alliance she broke made whole again. It was a lie so perfect, so tragic, that everyone had rushed to believe it.

Haleigh feigned a soft apology to Jameson, something sweet and regretful, before her eyes found mine across the street. A slow, venomous smile spread across her lips.

She turned back to him, her voice a poisonous caress I could almost hear from here.

"Did you ever love her? Or was she just keeping my place warm?"

The silence that followed was a physical thing-a crushing weight that settled in my chest and stole the air from my lungs. Jameson's gaze finally fell on me, his expression unreadable, his voice utterly devoid of emotion when he answered.

"She's Haleigh."

Three words. A death sentence. They confirmed everything I already knew but had refused to accept. I was nothing but a stand-in, a ghost he'd used to soothe his wounded pride.

Haleigh kissed him then, a possessive, triumphant act of ownership. He kissed her back.

My world didn't just crack. It shattered.

A black town car pulled up to the curb. My brothers-Derrick, Blake, and Kane, high-ranking Soldiers in the Douglas clan-spilled out, their faces alight with celebration.

They swarmed Haleigh, their loyalty absolute, their love for her a blinding sun that left me in the shadows. Completely invisible.

They drove away, a happy family, leaving me alone on the sidewalk, an outcast from my own blood.

The memory surfaced, sharp and cruel: the night five years ago, a drunk and heartbroken Jameson who had mistaken me for Haleigh in the shadows of the garden, proposing to a girl he didn't even see. I remembered the lie I'd told myself for five long years-that his affection was real, that my brothers' respect was earned.

Haleigh's return had proved it was all a lie.

I wiped away the one tear I allowed to fall, feeling the grief inside me cool and calcify into something unbreakable. Into steel.

I would never be a substitute again.

I hailed a cab, the yellow car a beacon in the gray city.

"Where to, miss?" the driver asked.

I met his eyes in the rearview mirror, my voice steady and cold.

"Sotheby's International Realty."

"Sell me your most remote, uninhabited island. A place no one would ever think to look."

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